An Alarming Thought
My days are often filled and fraught with pressure. I run from place to place, taking care of various things. When I finally retire, the clock reads a small hour of the night, very close to the rising of the morning star.
At 6:00 every morning, my alarm dutifully rings, awakening me to another day of Avodat Hashem. Often, it is extremely difficult for me to get up. I am still tired and sorely lacking sleep. But my Yetzer Hara is wide awake, full of energy and good advice. He tells me that in my sleep-deprived state I cannot function optimally. Surely, my body will be damaged by lack of sleep. He tries convincing me that I should forego prayer with a minyan and just continue cuddling under the covers.
I shake off my covers as I shake off my Yetzer Hara. Had a wealthy philanthropist come to see me, I surely would have overcome all vestiges of tiredness and run to meet him.
If, for a meeting with a mere mortal, I would jump up with alacrity, how much more must I invigorate myself for my meeting with my Creator, the King of all kings. He awaits me in the Beit Hakeneset, ready to grant me life, health, wisdom, and success, all for the asking.
